December 28, 2010

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From an email making the rounds, and answering the question: What have we learned in 2065 years?

"The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on public assistance."

Since reading this blog, every time I take a photo indoors I think to myself, "At the _______ cafe." Today the hallway of my dumpy apartment complex was filled with an eerie, smokey haze. "At the Knife Hit / Section-8 Cafe."

Had to resort to more serious squirrel preventive measures this afternoon, after all the other non life threatening measures proved fruitless. One rogue squirrel wouldn't jump off the platform feeder even after banging on the inside window a few inches away. So I said that's it, grabbed the kids Crossman pellet gun from the basement, gave it 7 pumps, and "thwhatt!", right between the fucking blinkers. Just like I was 9 yrs old again.

You would have to leave the rare clumbers outside, but you can see them through the window. And people would stop and pet them. And silently criticize the owner for abandoning them outside a coffee shop.

Cripes, garage. If the birds don't mind sharing their food, why do you?

My birds and squirrels coexist quite well. In fact, I think the birds appreciate the noise the squirrels make when the bird's natural enemy, the neighborhood outdoor cat, slips under the fence and crouches in wait for a tasty dinner.